Des

 

Ian darling. I’m so very sorry to hear of your loss. You and des gave each other 27 years of happiness. In Des’s   own words, You made him so very happy. When my mum died I found your letters, Which I guess were written around 1990 to 1994. I was filled with Wanderers to what had happened in those missing years. We are the last generation to have had to leave absolutely everything and everyone we ever knew behind in order to go to university. It was Childline who it advise I go to university and that they I would find help for being getting raped as a little girl. And I spent five years and during all sorts of sexual abuse getting there. In our time, there were no mobile phones, No email, No Internet, No Facebook. And of course I had no. Home. Dad had changed the locks, And mum had already left, and did not yet have a home of her own. So for five years, I was of no fixed abode with no permanent address. As it turns out there was no magic cure for childhood gang rape at university. That’s a lonely abuse. I injured in my 5 year journey to get there.. And that which I endured in order to remain there. In any case 27 years takes us back to 1998. Which means the things improved for you massively after you finish writing those letters. I hope that eventually you’re grief ease sufficiently that you can appreciate how much joy you and des gave to each other and take that as a comfort.